“people say i’m insensitive, why?; maybe because i’m a gemini, i’m not alone, there is another me, there’s me snivelling and another me watching”
a photo is a moment between the past and the future.
inner distortion.
my tokyo.
sky developed negatives.
personal photography.
sex and death, these two desires are inseparable.
i take pictures of nude women even if they are fully clothed.. a woman nudity is to be found in her face.

“the piece …looking at society and the world we live in, in a sense that we live in a world where everybody is ready to accept multiple truths, like everything can go.
and what we’re trying to see, that if behind these multiple realities, all multiple ways of seeing the world there is not something kind of a higher principle something that would unify those different facets, a little bit as if all the models we have the way we’re inquiring about the world gives us different perspective that they’re often contradictory.”

“Thank you thank you very much for coming thank you for coming everybody, thank you for coming all over, thank you guys for coming, thank you for coming to, here’s a towel”
Reggie Watts – Why S**** so crazy?

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I mean, life is sacred? Who said so? God? Hey, if you read history, you realise that God is one of the leading causes of death. Has been for thousands of years.
Hindus, Muslims, Jews, Christians all taking turns killing each other ‘cuz God told them it was a good idea.
……
But don’t be giving me all this shit about the sanctity of life.
……
‘Cuz, I mean, even with all this stuff we preach about the sanctity of life, we don’t practice it. We don’t practice it.
Look at what we’d kill:
Mosquitos and flies. ‘Cuz they’re pests.
Lions and tigers. ‘Cuz it’s fun!
Chickens and pigs. ‘Cuz we’re hungry.
Pheasants and quails. ‘Cuz it’s fun.
And we’re hungry.
And people.
We kill people…
‘Cuz they’re pests.
And it’s fun!

And you might have noticed something else.
The sanctity of life doesn’t seem to apply to cancer cells, does it?
You rarely see a bumper sticker that says “Save the tumors.“. Or “I brake for advanced melanoma.“.
No, viruses, mold, mildew, maggots, fungus, weeds, E. Coli bacteria, the crabs. Nothing sacred about those things.
So at best the sanctity of life is kind of a selective thing. We get to choose which forms of life we feel are sacred, and we get to kill the rest. Pretty neat deal, huh? You know how we got it? We made the whole fucking thing up! Made it up! The same way… thank you.

Abdellatif Kechiche is a Tunisian-French actor, film director and screenwriter who made his directorial debut in 2000 with LA FAUTE À VOLTAIRE (aka POETICAL REFUGEE), which he also wrote. He also directed GAMES OF LOVE AND CHANCE, which won a César Award for Best Film and Best Director. He presented THE SECRET OF THE GRAIN at the 64 Mostra del Cinema in Venice for which he was awarded the Special Jury Prize, the FIPRESCI Prize, such as later the Louis Delluc Prize and others César Awards for Best Film and Best Director. His 2013 film BLUE IS THE WARMEST COLOR won the Palme d’Or and the FIPRESCI Prize at the 2013 Cannes Film Festival.
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This guy comes into a bar…
…walks to the bartender and says…
…” Bartender, I got a bet for you.
I’ll bet you $100 that I can piss…
…into that glass over there…
…and not spill a drop.”
The bartender looks at the glass.
It’s feet away.
He says…
…”You’re telling me
you’ll bet me $100 …
…that you can piss,
standing here…
…into that glass,
and not spill a single drop?”
Customer looks up and says:
“That’s right.”
Bartender says, “You’ve got a bet.”
The guy goes, “Okay, here we go.”
Pulls out his thing.
He’s thinking about the glass.
He’s thinking about the glass.
Thinking about his dick.
Dick, glass, dick, glass,
dick, glass, dick, glass.
Then he lets it rip. Continue reading “066 – DesperadoJoke”→

This world and yonder world are incessantly giving birth:
every cause is a mother, its effect the child.
When the effect is born, it too becomes a cause and gives birth to wondrous effects.
These causes are generation on generation, bit it needs a very well lighted eye to see the links in their chain.

during my first semester at Swarthmore college. In a lesson that was to be repeated throughout my undergraduate education, the professor opened the class by admonishing us to reject binary thinking. As the class was staring at her dumbfounded, she divided the chalkboard in two with a thick vertical line and asked us to name the dualisms that structure our world. After she provided a few examples to get us started – male/female, white/black – we jumped into the game, calling out binaries one after another: rich/poor, smart/stupid, human/animal, cool/lame, skinny/fat … The game went on until the board was full and the air saturated with chalkdust. Pausing a moment, our comparative literature professor asked us if we noticed anything odd about the list we had constructed.
Looking at the chalkboard, we saw an easy answer: on the left of the line were “good” terms – cool,skinny, rich, smart, white – and on the right were their counterparts, the derided terms. In an instant, our class grasped an essential precept of postmodern philosophy: Western thought has hitherto divided the world into a series of binary oppositions that privilege one side over the other. The political implications of the lesson were clear: Oppression can be traced back to the way we think, and hope of liberation rests on escaping this binary thinking.
The postmodern project of overcoming binary thought, however, is more difficult than it may appear. First of all, one cannot simply flip the terms and privilege what was once diminished – that would merely replicate the binary in reverse.
The issue is not which term is privileged but the false belief that existence can be divided into two distinct, competing parts. Thus the task of the postmodern activist became the blurring and problematizing of distinctions in order to destroy dualist thinking. It was all done in the name of political liberation. At least that was the intended goal.

Excuse me. Do you say in English,
”I look ‘hat’ the window,”
or do you say in English,
”I look ‘hout’ the window”?
Well, in this case, Bob, I’m afraid
you gotta say, ”I look at the window.”
So, uh, Za… Jack.
Jack, why-why are you put in this place?
I don’t know, Bob. It was, like,
voodoo or something, you know?
I was framed. I’m completely
innocent. You understand?
– Yes. You are innocent man. I understand.
– Yeah.
And you, my friend, Zack, Continue reading “050 – Down By Law”→

I can’t afford to buy the ink,
The fucking paper’s fucking expensive,
And the fucking taxi’s a fucking thief,
The street is fucking full,
The fucking air is fucking dull,
My fucking hand is fucking dry,
By the time I’ve sweat the piasters to buy,
The fucking artist’s materials.

“My goal in the long run and from now on is preparing the ground to convert my trail in a popular lawsuit against banks and everything which it represents, therefore by extending it to the current capitalist system. A trial that could be both a new tool for reunion and strengthening all those who are to build an alternative society to the present.
If this idea goes ahead and I get to return someday to carry it out, will be if a majority of you also believe it, if you are willing to win that trail, if you think it will have a beneficial effect for our fight. I hope to move it forward someday, since it’s going to be the way to come back and never hesitate, that I want to come back to be again amongst you all, but I don’t think it’s only me to decide. I would like to ask you to discuss this in the meetings of the gropus and meeting places and thus would be then, that we could decide.”

But all the characters in The Slap are touchy, and that seems to be part of Tsiolkas’s point – in the Australia of the 21st century, multiculturalism has won. People of all ages, all ethnic groups and all political persuasions are interconnected and intermarried, and, at least some of the time, they just can’t handle it. The Slap, which was first published in Australia in 2008 and has since won the Commonwealth prize, is a “way we live now” novel, and it is riveting from beginning to end. Continue reading “042 – The SLAP”→

Should the object be to change the face of the earth? Haven’t I done it already just by being here??? And the same goes of course for every human being in this planet. We are all important, we have our special talents, characteristics, attributes. If we take the population of the earth in 2014, there is a minority who has the possibility to write fiction. And among these people, not everyone will want to get published and not everyone will succeed.

WILL
You know, I was on this plane once. And I’m sitting there and uh…the captain gets on, he does his whole, you know, we’ll be cruisin’ at 35,000 feet. But then he puts the mic down n forgets to turn it off.

SEAN
mm-hmm.

WILL
And so he turns to the co-pilot n he’s like, “you know, all I could use right now is a fuckin’ blow job and a cup of coffee.” So the stewardess fuckin’ goes bombin’ up from the back of the plane to tell him that the microphone’s still on. N this guy in the back of the plane is like, “Hey, hon, don’t forget the coffee!”

SEAN
You ever been on a plane?

WILL
No, but it’s a fuckin’ joke. It works better if I tell it in
the first person.

A state has passed full preemption of all firearms laws. They do not prohibit open carry for all non-prohibited citizens and do not require a permit or license to open carry. Open carry is lawful on foot and in a motor vehicle. It must be noted that while open carry may be legal in such jurisdictions per se, persons openly carrying firearms may be detained and cited by law enforcement officials for disorderly conduct or disturbing the peace in certain locations and circumstances where openly carrying could cause public alarm.

It was in the middle of the desert, in the middle of nowhere, but on the way to Vegas, so, you know, every once in a while a car would pull in, get gas. It was the last gas stop before Vegas. Office had the chair, had a cash register, and that was all the room there was in that office. I was asleep, and I heard a noise. You know, just like in my mind. So I got up, and I walked out, and I stood on the curb of where the gas station ends, you know, the driveway there. I’m rubbing the sand out of my eyes, trying to see what’s going on, and way down at the very end of the gas station they had tire racks. Chains around them, you know. And I see there’s an Econoline van down there. And there’s a guy with his T-shirt off, and he’s packing his Econoline van with all these tires. He’s got the last two tires in his hands, pushes them into the thing, and then I, of course, I go, “Hey, you!” This guy turns around, he’s got no shirt on, he’s sweating, he’s built like a brick shithouse, pulls out a knife, it’s 12 inches long, and then starts running at me as fast as he can, going AAAAAAAHHHHH. Continue reading “waking life – bar scene”→